Perhaps

Does destiny its promise keep
Will the wind someday tire?
Do stones in their silence sleep?
Awaiting Orpheus and his lyre
Should I awake from reverie?
And I too am found a stone
Will his music yet awake me?
Or let me there alone
To whom must I inquire?
To expose this coming fate
Be it pleasing or it be dire
How long a stone must wait?
Should the wind always blow
And fortune of promise survive
Perhaps destiny will then know
To keep its promise alive